My uncle died sober—a goal for us all, but he was definitely one of us. He was truly one of the most amazing people I have ever met.
Years ago on Thanksgiving his wife, my aunt, committed suicide after being pulled over the night before for a DUI. No one knew of her struggles with alcoholism.
Years later, uncle Glenn came close to death when he wrecked his car and broke his neck.
He moved in with my mom and dad.
My dad, then a recovering alcoholic introduced him to the fellowship and the rest is history.
My father growing up was an awful alcoholic and it was a very tumultuous and secretively upsetting upbringing for both me and my brother.
Two years ago on April 21st I decided to tell my secret—that I too was an alcoholic. My father didn’t hesitate to show up at my door, big book in hand.
And that’s where and when I started my journey of recovery.
That’s when I became free.
That’s when I gave everything to a power much bigger than myself.
And to this day, I feel my aunt didn’t die in vain; I believe like ripples in a pond, I was saved.